This Forest for Which We Have Killed -

I’ve only shut their brains

In their dark homes

More than I see is more

That can’t or shouldn’t see

What’s living past?

And all demons that can end all

Next phase through

Transform

Grab on

Opens up hell

Hang hell

When you were not there

You will beg

You will beg and spit blood

Are we capable of all that is thine?

And preach, over ruled

Dislodge your lives

I am in strength

A poorer dark devil in mustard gas

A blind deadly grime

Abides deplorably in hell

The animal’s bone, unchained

Old bread

Who has man brought up as its god?

Those with hell stink like fools

Those with hell stink like fools

We’re fine

Glory is thine

Burnt back, I spit blood

The unmentionable circle

Running darkness burns

I am burnt eyes

And dark hooves

Hells that break all loyal

Burn back

The hour draws, judgement

No pain, nowhere

My luck was struck down

Lucifer certainly leaves us all

Hung, come too far

Now we turn to everlasting fire

Where?

Listen up

Awful black